Page 31 of Tempt Me

12.

JASE

I speed through the dark city streets, trying to keep a grip on my temper. I’m still wound so tight, I want to break something. One punch on that asshole wasn’t enough, I could have done the whole gang some serious damage if I hadn’t been too worried about Chloe to see straight.

What the fuck has she gotten herself into?

The text arrived just as I got done with the gym: Bar Stella, she’s ready and waiting for you.

I didn’t know what was going down, but I headed straight over there—just in time to find Chloe stumbling into a dark alleyway with those assholes.

What the hell would have happened if I hadn’t made it in time?

I can’t think about that. What matters is that she’s safe with me now. And luckily, Chloe doesn’t seem to realize the close call she just escaped. Whatever they spiked her drink with, it’s like she’s had one too many tequilas. She’s going to wake up tomorrow with one hell of a hangover, but that’s it.

It could have been so much worse.

Chloe reaches over and hits the radio console, scanning through stations until she finds a Top 40 station. “I love this song!” she exclaims, then starts singing along.

I shut it off.

She turns it back on again. “Hands off!” she protests. “Or are you too cool for Bieber?”

“Even my Aunt Carol is too cool for that arsehole.” I smirk, but I let her keep it on. She’s humming, bouncing in her seat with the window down. All that tension I’ve been seeing on her face is gone, and instead, she seems happy and carefree.

Fuck, she’s adorable when she’s drunk.

“So have you always been like this?” Chloe asks, watching me.

“Like what?”

She rolls her eyes. “So... confident. All mysterious and sexy, and rawr.”

I laugh. “Did you just roar?”

She flushes. “Shit, I did, didn’t I? Whatever. I just mean, you’re so... you. You don’t even seem to care when you’re inappropriate and totally infuriating and...”

“And?”

She yawns, sleepy. “And, something else. I don’t know. What was I talking about?”

“How bad you want my cock,” I say smugly, trying to get a rise.

But instead of blushing again, Chloe just laughs. “See! That’s what I’m talking about. You really think you’re God’s gift to women. You know, my mom has a saying,” she continues, teasing. “Guys like you are all talk, no trousers.”

I snort. “Your mum clearly never got fucked so hard she saw God.”

Chloe’s mouth drops open. “I can’t believe you just said that!” she cries. “About my mom.”

“Is she as hot as you?” I ask, pushing it, but we’re at my place now, so I pull into the parking garage and shut off the engine. I go around and help her out of the car.

“I’m fine!” Chloe protests, shaking me off—then stumbles, and falls against me. Her body is lush, those tight curves pressing in all the right places, and it takes all my control not to shove her back against the hood of my car and show her how inappropriate I can really be.

Spreading those sweet thighs, naked for anyone to see. Driving my dick so deep inside she’s convulsing, begging me. Bending her over and teasing that tight, virgin asshole until she’s coming her brains out, right here in the dark.

“Jase...”

Chloe feels it too. Her pupils dilate. Her breath gets shallow. And even though I told myself to keep my hands off tonight, I can’t stop from whispering in her ear.

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